Wren is bare, save for the necklace and bracelet she always wears. Her hands are clasped in front of her, her eyes trained on me. Her Mark glows invitingly, her hair falls over her shoulders, brushing the tips of her breasts, and her nipples are hard. The sight of her has my cock throbbing.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this stunning woman, but I will forever do my best to be worthy of her.
Her gaze drops, and she doesn’t hide the way she’s drinking me in. Her eyes slide down from the scars that litter my chest to my abdomen, and lower, to where my cock stands erect under her attention. A rosy hue paints her cheeks.
“I believe I was promised a bit of fun, Hunter?” she asks coyly, a smirk dancing on her lips.
“You were.” I stay where I am, pinned by her heated gaze.
She lifts a brow. “Was this what you had in mind? Because the view is great, believe me, but?—”
Wren lets out a squeak as the mattress dips beneath my weight. I cover her lips with mine, my hand finding her throat and gently holding her. Her pulse flutters beneath my fingers, but the way she’s looking at me—there is nothing but trust reflected in her eyes. I stroke my thumb across her neck, kissing her deeply and easing her back until she’s lying on the bed and I’m kneeling between her spread legs.
She is a moonlit goddess, and I am an eager parishioner, prepared to worship at her altar for the rest of eternity.
I graze my hand down her front, pausing to pay attention to each of her breasts before traveling lower. Her breath is heavy,and I can feel the weight of her gaze on me as I kneel between her legs.
I press a kiss to the insides of her knees. She gasps.
“Are you having fun yet, Wren?” My voice is low. Rough.
“Well . . .”
Another kiss. Higher, this time. “How about now?”
“I don’t know . . .”
A third kiss, halfway up her thigh. “Now?”
“I . . . um . . .”
I trace her inner thigh, brushing my lips right next to her pussy. “Tell me, Wren, is this fun?”
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she groans my name.
“Or maybe...” I dip my head, dragging her clit into my mouth. Her back arches, and her fingers dig into my hair, holding me in place. “Is this the kind of fun you were hoping for?” I ask against the heat of her.
“Yes, this. Definitely this,” she says breathlessly.
And then the time for words is over. I devote myself to my worship, licking and sucking on Wren’s clit, drawing the most beautiful moans from her. I slide one finger, then two, inside her soaked entrance. Her walls clamp down on me, and I moan against her heat, pumping my fingers.
“You’re going to take my cock so well, little bird,” I murmur against her core.
A strangled gasp slips from Wren’s lips among a stream of increasingly incoherent words.
“More. I need you. Please. Don’t stop.”
And my favorite.
“Gabe.”
I will never get over hearing her say my name. Especially since as she comes, her body shaking, she screams it for everyone to hear.
She is so beautiful, and she is mine.
Forever.
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